so came on!

listen the sound of the image

from far away...instruments and history

they are mixted in my bones

the forest is place for resonances and the moon ıs every where

during the day

smiles and chats with the earth

you are my friend

you never will be alone again so...

came on!

my friend, the time

km in front of me


to right, to left, to stright but more than others


to high


it was this day when the sun doesn`t set


every one knows this day because of that but


ıt was not important for me


other things happend....


Actually İ`m not worry at all about that


of course the sun sometime have to decıded for himseelf when and how


When and how?....it was the question...

they ask İf it was about the end...you know what İ mean

but know body listen me because it was so important for them

maybe nowbody listen me because İ didn`t spoked

maybe it was my fault

but this is not important for me

Step by step the way was less and less

there was right, left, up and down...

but İ couldn `t go back

and İ stop in the way and İ realise that İ was where İ wanted

and it was the longest moment in my live

the eternal second

smile

is not because of me, is not because of you....is because something else

İ don t know you, you don t know me ... because we nether know ourselves

but there is a way to found

observe

the way of train, the action way

making mould in resin of your bones is my way to know my

brain

let me see your tooths and maybe İ will undestand way you bite me again

one day I will know way

FINAL PIECE OF CABLO PRYSMIAN PROYECT

THE FLOWER OF LIVE

contrast or balance?

there was the Ecuator...the door of the middle of the things

the space in the silence doesn´t exist

sometimes a just wont to be the other

like now

far away from all of you and seeing the belt wich conect our lives from far away

seeing it like a present

to be open when ever or never

the trip is also there in the other side

far away for others

but I know that everything is waiting for me.

A friend of mine yesterday ask me about the contrast

I just answer,

but I don´t know what I said

there was the Artic....the door in the middle of the things

the space in the silence doesn´t exist...but I sometime I just wont to be the other..

like I was

one night with you seeing the light wich conect our instint

near our meat and our breath

seeing it like a present

to be open when ever or never

the door is close in the other side

beside you

but I know that everything is waiting for me